Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

By: Eternal-anime

Warning: Yaoi=BoyxBoy relationship, don't like, please don't read, mild swearing, and a little OOCness.

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece

This is my first story! Enjoy!

And without much further ado…

Prologue:

It has been 2 years…

But really, it hasn't felt that long. Even though he has been stuck in a practical hell for the last pair of years. The thing that kept him going was the longing to meet his crew again, his family. His nakama...

Although over those last couple of years, he has noticed that a certain green-haired swordsman kept occupying his thoughts.

At first he didn't notice it much, not really; but eventually those fleeting thoughts began to accumulate, and every time he closed his eyes, the picture of the swordsman came rushing through his mind.

Of course he was worried about him. Last time Sanji saw him, the Marimo was passed out, half dead, and drenched in blood. Sanji was the one that was trying to protect him and get him away from Kuma's destructive power so he felt responsible for the Marimo life. But the moment when Luffy ordered them to meet 3 days later, a feeling deep down in his guts told him that there was no getting away from this now, and that he wouldn't be seeing the rest of the crew anytime soon.

Normally, he wouldn't be this concerned over the grass-head. Of course Sanji is worried about him, for he knew the condition Zoro was left in. But he was completely sure that the swordsman was just that hard to get rid off. He has seen him in plenty of life or death situations, where he put his life on the line for his nakama. For his goal he did the impossible, and he admired him for that, but of course he wouldn't admit this to that shitty-headed swordsman. Ever, not to anyone.

But the true thing that he was apprehensive about, and was brought painfully to his attention, was the fact that he rarely thought of any of the other crewmembers. He, Sanji, the now and always ladies man, would normally think that he would be sick worried about his lovely ladies, Nami-swan and Robin-chwan.

Oh, how he missed those glorious, smooth curvy bodies, the soft, pale, and subtle skin. The short soft fluffy hair, especially when they wore those revealing clothes, and oh those bikini tops. He thought he could just get a nosebleed from the thoughts themselves, and probably could. Seriously, just how desperate is he right now?

Yes, that was what he would normally think about the beautiful ladies. But instead, his brain decided to play tricks on him and all he ever thinks about it the stupid, ill mannered, pretentious, Neanderthal, with the marimo hair-seriously green hair- with those elaborate, conspicuous muscles, tightly packed on that broad body, with the sweat-

What was that? Sanji thought, did he just catch himself checking out the Marimo's body? He just couldn't help himself when he found his eyes drift where they shouldn't be when he caught him in his peripheral vision, training with heavy weights, shirtless, in the nice morning sun, that highlighted his figure and made him look like some Greek god. The swordsman is sexy; he has to admit it, if he thought about it that way.

And that was exactly the problem at hand; every living conscious thing that Sanji ever thought about, always lead to the shit-head. But just Why?

So now he was standing on the marina beside the famous fish shop at Sabaody Archipelago, catching the first glimpse of the said swordsman, after 2 years of separation. After the swordsman got on the wrong ship, that he later cut in half. At least his sense of direction didn't change, that's for sure.

And man, did he have this nameless feeling in his gut that he just couldn't put his finger on.

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